Waiting On The Mailman

Here’s my embarrassing secret…I looooooooove getting the mail every day. You should see the depressive state that ensues on Sunday when I remember that no mail will be coming. It is such a silly little joy in my day that I can’t wait to see the surprise that will be put in my mailbox every afternoon. Sadly though it doesn’t happen until the end of the day. In fact, as I write this, I am sitting here rather pathetically at 6pm, waiting until the mailman arrives. Why does he have to get here so late? I wonder if I made an anonymous tip they would move his schedule/routine to cover my street first. Heehee. Speaking of mail, have you ever heard of Birchbox? I just signed up this past month and got my first box of goodies a couple weeks ago. Only $10 a month. So fabulous.